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 Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 12:19 pm
A few hours have ticked by since the Dreaded Other Bathroom Battle, and Tristan was in no shape to wake up. Unbeknownst to him, the good witch Belladonna had graciously dragged him away from certain mukky death within the bathroom's grimy maw; his body lay in a dirty heap against the cold hallway floor just a few yards away from the abominated restroom. All the good intentions in the world would not have given the witch the fearful power to carry the demon away to safer ground comfortably, though they were at least distant enough to get some good clean air into their lungs.
Tristan hardly looked like he was badly injured. Aside from his clothes being completely soiled by stray grime and gook, the wolf demon seemed to be physically fit enough to care for his own; or at least, would be if he hadn't passed out in the bathroom. It would seem that being a demon of the wolf variety carried the price of a sensitive nose, which would have otherwise been a baffling discovery, considering how often he's clouded by his own smokey funk. Despite there being danger of being physically harmed, in the end, Tristan fell from the sheer overwhelming stench of re-distributed taco bell.
So, it was a good thing he was lying around and taking it easy, breathing in fresh clean air to filter through his nasal canals. After the initial recovery period, it wasn't long before his ears began twitch. Tristan was finally coming around to consciousness, with one tail wag at a time.
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Posted: Tue Oct 05, 2010 8:08 pm
Oh great Hecate it had taken her TWO JACKING HOURS to run back to her dorm, take the longest shower she had ever taken (or would ever think about taking) and to wash her dress 3 times before realizing she had been gone so long. When she had left the first time, she figured she'd be away for just a few, just enough to race to her room, change and then race back before the wolf demon would wake up. (She didn't want to leave him alone after saving him. What kind of hero would that make her? A poor one, that's what!) But then the temptation to take a quick shower (she wanted to at LEAST smell nice when he woke up) and then to wash her dress (she had to eventually leave it in favor for another one) and then when she glanced at the clock it had been two hours and she was now racing back.
He was probably already awake and leaving, but that didn't stop Belladonna from bolting at her full speed back to the dreaded other bathroom. Even though he was probably up, probably gone and didn't want to see her again, she kept running. So when she rounded the corner and saw him still lying there, she tripped over herself, but couldn't stop her run, so she did the oddest tripping-run until she reached him and she finally fell to the floor. Heaving a deep sigh she sat up, looking over him for a brief second.... HIS TAIL!!
"Are you awake?!" She cried out, leaning forward to inspect him closer. Oh good! He WASN'T dead! She had been so worried about that... But those fumes couldn't actually KILL anyone... Could they?! Well, maybe not since this boy seemed to be alright!
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